I’m your guide here. In the evening-dark
morning streets, I point and name.
Look, the sycamores, their mottled,
paint-by-number bark. Look, the leaves
rusting and crisping at the edges.
I walk through Schiller Park with you
on my chest. Stars smolder well
into daylight. Look, the pond, the ducks,
the dogs paddling after their prized sticks.
Fall is when the only things you know
because I’ve named them
begin to end. Soon I’ll have another
season to offer you: frost soft
on the window and a porthole
sighed there, ice sleeving the bare
gray branches. The first time you see
something die, you won’t know it might
come back. I’m desperate for you
to love the world because I brought you here.
Hey jalebi, Is Arnav perpetually turned on when khushi have fallen into his arms in the intro?? Or is it just me seeing dark desire in his eyes!?
Hey Anon,
Are you talking about the first time Khushi falls into his arms? Arnav likes what he sees - she's beautiful, stunning actually, and he's drawn by that. It's a mix of complex emotions and for a second the audience is made aware of the moment Arnav appraises Khushi's beauty before anger takes over him.
This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now
The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper